She noticed a door that was semi-opened. She peeked in and noticed it was little room that stored the ships booze. There was rum, wine, and blackberry...brandy. Lola walked into the room and shut the door. She opened some of the brandy and drank some of it. She drank enough brandy where she felt light headed. For a few moments, she let go of her dire straights as her bosom swelled. She was dancing and having a good time. Without warning, the door opened and a tall attractive man walked in. He. Backstage. Sometimes hanging with us when we’re tourists. And she essentially buys the footage from them. The exception was Japan where she brought a crew over from the States. Proven veterans. I have a couple theories why she documented the tour the way she did. There’s sort of a history of supposed bootlegs which the Monsters actually put out. And I think she’s going to incorporate some of it in the legitimate live film she’s putting together. I know for sure she’s going to have an extra disc. Then I thought: if his hands are cold then his feet must be cold as well. He was only wearing a pair of trainers.“I bet your feet are the same.” And before he could say anything I took his trainers off. Again he tried to stop me but I wasn’t letting him.“And look at your socks. They’re not thick enough.”He gave me a funny look.“You sound like my Mum.”“Yeah, well you need looking after, don’t you?”“I’m 18.”“Yeah, well you still need looking after.”I was the same age as him but he looked younger. Kate looked at me dead in the eye, winked and then removing Toms fingers knelt in front of his now raise crotch. She slowly unzipped his flies whilst looking him in the face to gauge his reaction and then released his rock hard cock. She lowered her head and licked his cock from the base to the tip before taking it deep into her mouth. Meanwhile Pete was becoming aroused and had removed his trousers to wank at the sight of his mate getting a blowjob from this middle aged redhead. Before long.